A Real Ghost Story

In my mind, I have gone over this ghostly experience for years, and I will write about it one more time; but still, it gives me chills to my core.

Way back in 2007 when my interior design career was still active, I would go to homes and design a color scheme, which consisted of 6 to 8 colors depending on the size of the home. My job was to make their home look beautiful using color.

I would always research the home before I entered a stranger’s house, just to know exactly where it was and a little about the family before I got there. This day in 2007, I did not do that.

Two days before my color consultation appointment, I had a very strange dream, one of those dreams that felt a little too real to be just a dream.

I clearly saw two girls; they were twins, about five or six years old. I remember seeing them in my dreams and thinking it was such an odd visualization to have in a dream, and was in no way related to my life at all; so I was puzzled.

My client was located about 15 minutes from my home, so it was an easy drive, but for some reason, I was feeling very anxious on the ride over. I pulled up in the driveway, and there was a dog in the driveway just barking continuously at me. I was afraid to get out of my car, and I got a feeling in my gut that I could not explain. I remember sitting in the car, wondering why this dog was barking at me but more so why I felt so awful.

After a few minutes, when the dog was gone, I got out of the car and slowly walked up to the house with my briefcase in hand and ready for a color consultation. That would be a solid two hours because the house was huge. It was about 6000 square feet.

I was invited into the home, and it had a huge, beautiful foyer filled with artwork of all kinds. The lady of the house invited me in, and she closed the door behind me. When she closed the door, there was a portrait on the wall of two girls. I remember looking at them, saying to myself how familiar they were to me. After a moment, I realized it was the two girls that I saw in my dream just days before.

At this point, my heart sank because I knew something was very wrong in this house.

The homeowner noticed I was staring at the girls, so I said, “Oh, what a beautiful portrait! The girls are so cute.” The homeowner replied, “Oh yes, those are my twin girls.” I smiled and said they were very cute.

What happened next turned my blood cold, and there was no way out of the scenario. She had said, “Yes, those were my twin girls, and they are no longer alive.” At that point, I felt like an idiot for how I brought up an awful memory for her. I apologized and tried to change the subject.

She continued to say, and I was very surprised by her bluntness: “Oh yes, their father had killed them.”

I turned and looked at her, and I said, “Is he home now?” She replied, “Oh no, he’s not home right now.” I said, “Will he be home anytime soon?” And she replied, “Oh no, he’s in jail. He will not be coming home anytime soon.”

This was the first time I felt so uncomfortable in somebody’s house, and I wanted to get out so badly, but I was getting a very decent paycheck for being in this large home designing a color palette for a 6000-square-foot home, so I did not want to leave. I absolutely should have.

Since the house was an open floor plan, we had left the foyer and proceeded into the kitchen. I had my color swatches in hand, and I was choosing colors that I thought would look best in the kitchen. I had this strong feeling that somebody was standing behind me. I asked if anybody was in the house, and she replied, “No, it’s just the two of us.”

I could not shake this feeling that we were not alone, but I tried to ignore it and hurry through the color consultation so I could get out of there. I knew I was committed for at least another hour and a half.

As I walked into the dining room, I could not mistake the feeling that somebody was standing right behind me. I looked over my right shoulder, and there was nobody there. I always trust my feelings, so I know someone was there, but I was in designer mode, not psychic medium mode, so I did not pursue what I sensed.

As a clairvoyant, it comes in handy when I do these color consults because the second I step into a home, I see a color palette in my mind, so picking colors is ridiculously easy. I’m writing down all these colors as quickly as I can, because there were many, many rooms in this big house.

We got up to the second floor where the master bedroom was, and I politely asked, “What color would you consider for the bedroom?” and she replied, “Well, my husband likes blue, so let’s go with a blue.”

I was puzzled because she just said that he was in jail, so why would she even consider the color that he would like? Again, at this point, I just want to get out of this house so fast that I didn’t really give it a second thought.

What happened next put a stop to the consultation. At this point, I could no longer stay in the house.

I was in the bathroom, and my clairvoyance just stopped. I was trying to choose a color that would look best to tie in with the colors of the surrounding rooms and the decor in the bathroom, but all I saw was black. This has never ever happened to me before, and I did not understand why I was seeing black or why I had such an awful sinking feeling in my gut.

I needed to get out of that house right away. I told my client that I could finish the rest of her color consultation in my home office, and I would get back to her in about a week or two with her new color palette.

I left my client’s home, got in my car, and drove like a madman home, crying all the way. I don’t know what happened in this house; all I know it was something very, very bad, and I was so very frightened.

Running to my computer, I immediately looked up the family name, and my heart sunk. I cannot give details of this family because it is an ongoing case, even today. This family has been in the news for a really long time. This client was even on the Oprah show discussing this case, that’s how big this crime was.

So here’s what happened.

Apparently, the father took a certain drug and it deranged his mind. He wound up playing hide and seek with his daughters, and it came to a dreadful ending. I’m going to summarize this because it’s just too awful even to write about.

One of the girls was killed in the kitchen, and yes, you guessed it, the other was killed in the upstairs bathroom. I had sensed both these areas very strongly, like I’ve never sensed anything before.

There’s more to the story than what I’m saying here, but again it’s just too awful to write about, and honestly, I don’t want to relive it again.

That night, the twins appeared to me again. I remember sleeping and then seeing a visual of a beautiful green field and watching two little girls playing Ring Around the Rosie, way, way, way in the background. All of a sudden, through what seemed like a telephoto lens, the girls ran up to me in my dream, and were looking right at me.

I told the girls that they cannot visit me in my dreams or otherwise anymore. All they wanted me to do was to tell their mom that they were OK and that they were happy. I told the girls that I would give the message to her, but they would have to leave me alone at this point. They were not allowed to connect with me anymore.

As much as I wanted this nightmare to end, it was my responsibility as a medium to give a message to their mom, as I said I would. Two weeks later, through email, I delivered my clients’ colors and also gave her the message from their daughters. I didn’t care what the mom thought of me, whether I was crazy or whatever, but she welcomed the message with an open heart, and she was happy.

I thought this nightmare was over.

About two years later, I got another email requesting that I come back to her house to help her choose color for the outside of her home because she was moving.

There was no way in hell I was going back to this house, so I quadrupled my design fee, and, to my surprise, she accepted it. Yes, I did go back to the house, but luckily it was an exterior color consultation, and I did not have to go inside. I was literally at her house for 10 minutes, and I left.

So you guessed it: the house wound up going on the market and did get sold. I was so upset, so incredibly upset, because I know those girls are still in that house.

What took place in that house is awful, and the residual energy will never leave. I just pray to God that those girls are at peace and that they do not haunt whoever resides in that home.

After this experience, I thoroughly researched a home before I went into it, and if I got a bad feeling, I promised myself I would leave or just not go into it. For the most part, that’s what happened, but there were still a few homes that I went into that I should not have.

I thought about this experience for years, and I had to come up with a way to continue my very lucrative design career, but not set foot into somebody’s home. Sounds crazy, right? But I did it!

I was able to come up with a virtual service where I stayed in the comfort and safety of my home and was still able to design colors for homes internationally. Thank God I am a very strong clairvoyant, because if I wasn’t, it would not be possible to design colors for a home without being inside the home; just my eyes were.

I relied solely on my clairvoyance and my psychic ability to project myself into somebody’s home and energy, as if I was standing right there. Out of hundreds of clients, there was maybe a handful where the service did not work out well, but those odds were good enough for me.

The lesson here is to always, always trust your gut, my friends. If something feels off, it is. No money is worth putting your life or safety in jeopardy.

Some of these experiences stay with us for years, and some never leave, and no money is worth that.

With gratitude,

Donna 🌟

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